Orbits

She writes her poetry
Every day with her morning coffee
Alone in the cafe
At a table made for two
He's writing his songs in the cafe
With his morning bagel
He doesn't notice her
But catches her perfume
And he's writing her into his melody
Her gravity is pulling him
Into her orbit
He's spinning, turning, falling
Into her life
He sets up everyday
On the sidewalk around the corner
Alone with his guitar
By the subway where she rides
She comes up the subway steps
Just as he starts playing
She doesn't notice him
But hears a melody she likes
And she's humming his song
On her way home
His gravity is pulling her
Into his orbit
She's spinning, turning, falling
Into his life
A butterfly flits its wings
A wisp of air creates a breeze
That alters the coming tide
And sets their orbits to collide
Her gravity is pulling him
Into her orbit
He's spinning, turning, falling
Into her life
His gravity is pulling her
Into his orbit
She's spinning, turning, falling
Into his life
The universe is pulling them
Into their orbit
Heavenly bodies on a course to collide